ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 94. WANT TO MEET THE SAME PEOPLE

Zhao Juren was stunned, the voice was very familiar to him. He knew right, was once so familiar and sometimes upset him. His head immediately turned to look at the shabby young man beside him, scrutinizing uncertainly,

"Changyi?"

Changyi turned with his head bowed, his roar was heart-wrenching but his eyes blinked at Zhao Juren.

"Oh, Buddha.look at me, come to you seeking tranquility let me be here for a while. I want to calm my sick soul." He said in a sad tone.

Zhao Juren was still gawking at Changyi's unexpected presence. He did not understand what other scenario this young man was running. But, despite knowing Changyi at a glance, he knew this child was pretending.

Tears that make her cheeks wet and dirty are certainly not real tears.

The young monk leading him nodded his head then retreated, giving Changyi room to pray.

For a moment the room was filled only by the cries and sedu sedan Changyi, he continued muttering with all his indistinct grievances.

After being convinced that no one else was paying enough attention to them, Chanyi shifted closer to Zhao Juren.

"Sttts...Mr. Lian, it's me...Changyi is handsome." His whisper.

Zhao Juren simply glared at Changyi.

"I've known you from the sound of your bells yelling indistinctly from earlier." Zhao Juren said in a low voice.

"Sir, for the last touch, hug me, and carry me..."

"Huh, what do you mean?" Zhao Juren rebuked in a murmur, but the sudden sound of Changyi's cry sounded hopelessly interrupted Zhao Juren's question.

"Oh, Budhaaa...." Changyi suddenly howled and drooped limp with a body drenched in sweat. Falling onto Zhao Juren's body, a strange way of falling, choosing a soft spot not directly onto the floor like a common fainting person.

Two monks standing not far from there immediately approached.

"Amitabha. Forgive sins..." Say one of them.

"Master, can you help us get her into the break room she seems so exhausted."

Zhao Juren who was still confused did not answer anything, just propping up the body drooping on his shoulders was uncertain.

"Sir..."

Zhao Juren not to mention replied, her stomach was at Changyi's elbow.

"Ukhnmm..." Zhao Juren immediately regained his senses.

" Of course..." Then immediately he stood up while supporting Changyi's body. Li Jin who saw him approached to help but Zhao Juren stopped him.

"Let me, I can do it." Zhao Juren spoke as she raised Changyi's arm to her shoulder.

Like a person who really fainted, Changyi did not budge this made Zhao Juren a little difficult to support Cahngyi's weight.

"Geez, your weight is not what it looks like, you're thin but you're amazing." Zhao Juren complains half-whispering in Changyi's ear. The one on the bus did not respond at all.

"Bring here." A monk pointed the way to the altar, there was a door there. They had thought that the room was just a worship room with one entrance, there was another room behind the wall.

Behind the altar was a simple room that was not as large. The room contained two wooden beds the size of an adult.

On its shabby walls were wooden shelves filled with wooden bottles clad in cloth and wood, it seemed to be a medicine room. The bitter smell of medicine was oozing in the moist air. But the room was quite clean and well maintained.

"Let him down there, sir. I'll get you some water." The monk turned out, just as the monk disappeared, Changyi immediately opened his eyes with a carefree face.

"How are you, Mr. Lian ju, it's great to see you" he said in a low voice before Zhao Juren pushed him onto the wooden couch, abetted by Changyi's behavior.

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Juren grunted at Changyi's ridiculous behavior earlier as if playing with him.

"God, sir. You're still rude and inhumane. I thought you were content to drag my body here, now you push me that way. You really don't miss me." His eyes while independently lying on that bed. It was as if he was really sick right now.

"What are you doing exactly?" Zhao Juren lowered the volume of her voice, similar to a growl.

"Mr Lian Ju, I lost you two weeks ago from the inn, then I looked for you. For days I lost track of you until someone who knew you said he accidentally saw you break into Yichen City."

"Know me?" Zhao Juren. She felt her body cramp a little, Changyi explained making her anxious inside

Changyi took out a piece of paper, opening it while looking towards the door afraid someone came to catch their wet.

Zhao Juren was stunned, it was painting her with the appearance of a dark-robed Lian Ju.

"You forgot, although I'm not as smart as my teacher's father but I love art so much, I've drawn your face with my skills."  Changyi smiled slightly, then as quickly as lightning folded the paper and stuffed it back into the pocket of the sleeves of his shabby robe.

"I know that not just anyone can enter this temple except those who suffer and need self-cleaning. That's why I made myself feel like I just got robbed, isn't my acting good, Mr. Lian?" whispered Changyi triumphantly.

Zhao Juren had not yet spoken up, the young monk had returned with a tray filled with clay drinking glasses and jugs made from the same. And soon Changyi's body drooped limp, writhing with half-opened eyes.

"Where am I...?" Changyi said, his voice sounding weak.

"Master is Awareness? You should not move much, drink this water first. A healer will check your health."

"Oh, no need." Changyi pretended to wake up with all his strength,

"I'm just weak from hunger and thirst, after my father was robbed and my mother went crazy, I didn't eat for days." His face was clear for a moment.

"Can I ask for food? I think I'll get better if I'm given a little food." Changyi added, he became worried if the healer came to check on him who wasn't really sick.

"Oh, of course. I'll get you some food for a second. Sir, if you don't mind, can you accompany this master for a while until I come?"

"Of course, Bikshu. I'll look after him until you arrive." Zhao Juren's voice was fast. The monk nodded his head and came back out after putting the remaining water he had brought onto the wooden table in the corner of the bed.

"Why? why are you following me?" Zhao Juren asked quickly and impatiently.

Changyi returned to his initial suit, his face looking without any burden at all, after sighing for a moment with a slight hesitation. Then his witty face leaned in and spoke in a soft voice.

"You think you're the only one who wants to meet the Hexiao Monk? I'd love to see it too."

Zhao Juren was stunned, she pulled her body with a blushing look, that name not many know. However, he did not expect Changyi to call it lightly.